The world inside the shell, the kingdom of Saint Isa.
A group of girls wearing Lutheran uniforms were walking in the sunshine, laughing and talking about the news about the recent election.
"By the way, I heard that the Pope attaches great importance to this Holy Election and will come to the event in person."
"It's not surprising. The Pope will also come to the previous Holy Elections? After all, this is an event to elect a saint."
"But in the past, the Pope only appeared at the end. This time, he appeared at the beginning of the election. This is the first time."
"Indeed, the Pope has always been busy. I heard last month that he received an oracle to go to the Yidia mining area to prevent disaster. Yesterday, I learned from the church newspaper that the Pope was going to order someone to lead a team to the heretical country of machines. , spread the gospel.”
"Under the leadership of such a kind-hearted Pope, the Holy Church will prosper...I am already looking forward to the Holy Election."
While the 'candidate saints' were chattering, a blond woman carrying painting equipment suddenly stopped.
"Sister Feng, what's wrong with you?" The girl holding hands with the blond woman asked doubtfully.
The blond woman known as 'Sister Feng' smiled and said: "Nothing, I suddenly remembered that I have several pigments that are particularly suitable for mixing Holy Star Blue, but I didn't bring them out. I will go back and get them now."
The girl looked at the other 'candidate saints' and then at Sister Feng. She hesitated for a moment before nodding and said: "Okay then, let's go to Yidu Church to wait for you."
Today they gathered together to let Sister Feng paint the most beautiful holy painting, which will be presented to the bishop. Therefore, even in terms of paint details, they hope to get the best.
Painter Feng nodded: "Okay, I'll be back soon."
After saying that, Painter Feng turned around and walked towards the street where she lived, carrying painting equipment that was about half the size of her body.
However, what the girls didn't know was that although she was walking towards her residence, after a block of streets, she suddenly disappeared, turned into a gust of wind, and arrived at a lake in the suburbs in an instant.
When he saw an island in the middle of the lake, Painter Feng's eyes lit up and he flew to the island.
Arriving at the island in the center of the lake, Painter Feng shook his head and sighed: "After arriving at the Lutheran Church, the feeling of being investigated became more and more intense, and I didn't even have time to relax... Fortunately, the suspected mysterious object could not be Get around the water.”
Only when she is surrounded by water does she feel relaxed physically and mentally.
After breathing a sigh of relief on the island in the middle of the lake, she waved her hand gently, and an oil painting hidden deep in the space appeared in front of her.
This oil painting is of a female bust.
This woman is extremely beautiful, not only from the appearance, but even from the paper, you can feel that her bones and her inner being are all flawless.
Even though this painting was painted by himself, Painter Feng still feels his heart beat every time he sees it.
After admiring the painting for a while, Painter Feng stretched out his hand and touched the oil painting. The strange thing is that her fingers did not touch the paper, but penetrated into the painting and caused ripples in the space.
After a while, a lazy and hoarse voice sounded from inside the painting: "My dear Feng, do you know what you are doing?"
"You are destroying art, you are disturbing my painting! Even if you are my best friend, you still need to pay the price for your recklessness."
After a moment of silence, Feng said sarcastically: "I'm sorry, I just wanted to tell you some news in a hurry, and I didn't realize that dear Ms. Rowling was painting. I will pay for my mistake, um... a box Star color paint?”
"Two boxes."
Feng was silent for a moment and nodded painfully: "Okay, two boxes. However, when Ms. Rowling finishes painting, I hope to see your paintings."
"That's natural. After all, you are the most famous painter in the pan-plane, Mirapheel Feng."
After the words fell, the lady in the oil painting walked out of the painting as if she had come alive.
After she stood still, she first looked at the surrounding environment, including forests, lakes, and the faintly visible ancient city walls in the distance.
"I remember a year ago, you were still in the Kingdom of Heart in the world inside the shell for that mysterious thing. This is obviously not the Kingdom of Heart..." The elegant Ms. Rowling said, looking back at the people behind her. My dear friend Feng.
"Huh?" When Ms. Luo Lin saw Feng, she was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.
"I never thought that the famous magic painting wizard would actually have a hobby of dressing up as a woman." Rowling covered her mouth and chuckled.
"There is no way. This is the Lutheran Church in the Kingdom of St. Isa, and only women are allowed to enter. I came here for a mysterious object." Feng sighed helplessly, "I have no choice but to do so."
Luo Lin raised her eyebrows: "I can feel that you are not repulsive at all in your heart. It seems that you have benefited a lot from this image~"
Feng coughed twice: "No, no."
Rowling didn't believe that as the former Queen of the Central Empire, even though she had become a spirit now, her ability to read people had not deteriorated. Feng must have done some shady things by dressing up as a woman.
Feng's back felt cold at Luo Lin's eyes. In order to prevent her eyes from getting weirder, he quickly changed the subject and said, "I called you out this time because my spiritual sense told me that I stayed at Xinghu Castle. The inscribed space is touched.”
Luo Lin's expression paused. After a long while, she lowered her head and sighed softly: "Xinghu Castle... is such a distant yet familiar name."
After sighing, Luo Lin looked at Feng: "The inscription space has been touched, does it mean that my descendants have entered it?"
Feng nodded: "Yes, the ray of spirituality you left behind was also triggered."
"So, that person should also have a near-spiritual body." Luo Lin said with a trace of reexamination in her eyes: "That is my blood descendant. Thinking about it makes people inexplicably excited. I really hope to see him soon." "
Feng: "If you want to see him, he must at least become a genius."
Rowling: "Didn't you keep the witch soup that increases your spiritual power? If you can't walk on the extraordinary path after drinking the witch soup, then he has no right to see me."
After Rowling finished speaking, half of her figure got into the oil painting again: "You don't have to take care of my blood descendants anymore, unless, one day, he really comes to me, then call me."
After speaking, Rowling disappeared into the oil painting.
Feng shrugged and murmured in a low voice: "It was clearly you who asked me to tell you as long as there is news about the inscription space. Now I look indifferent."
"I haven't returned to the painting yet..." Rowling's voice came faintly from the mouth of the girl in the painting.
Feng shut up quickly.
After a long while, Feng confirmed that Luo Lin had returned to the depths of the world in the painting, and then let out a long breath.
He no longer talked about the inscription space, but looked towards the end of the sky, with a slight emotion in his eyes: "When I mentioned the inscription space, it reminded me of the old continent not far from the Apocalypse Continent..."
"Do you want to recycle the things you put there? Renekton has wanted it for a long time...forget it, this is the fate set by the Book of Kells."
"However, the key is in the hands of Odecras, and that thing is placed there. The entrance is still a secret door. Can anyone really get the key and find the location?" Feng was a little unconvinced, but the Book of Kel As a top-notch mysterious thing, there should be nothing wrong with it.
"No matter what, if someone really gets that thing and can use it, it will definitely shine with endless brilliance."
"I will meet you eventually."
After finishing speaking, Feng lifted his blond hair hanging by his ears.
"It's time to go back."
…
On the other side, the gondola left Star Lake Castle and set sail again.
"Why don't you stay?" Angel looked at little Sam opposite: "Star Lake Castle should be a good home for you now."
"Although the castle is nice, I see no hope here." When Little Sam said this, he glanced at Angel secretly.
Then, he secretly took a second look...and a third look.
By the end, little Sam was no longer looking secretly, but was staring openly at Angel, his whole expression full of "I have something to say, ask me, ask me!".
Angel was silent for a moment, but he still followed the child's wishes: "What do you want to say?"
Little Sam's eyes immediately lit up: "Mr. Pat, I saw Queen Rowling say before that when I go to a few specific points on the Fan Continent, I can wait for the extraordinary beings who have accepted the guidance task. They will take me into the wizard organization. Yes. Really?"
"That's right." Angel briefly explained the significance of the guidance mission to each wizard organization. At the same time, it also shows that some wizard organizations will not guide talented people in a peaceful way. If you encounter a dark wizard and have a "nine-chamber bloody battle" or something, you can only admit defeat.
Little Sam: "Then, can I join Mr. Pat's wizard organization? Where can I find the leader of Mr. Pat's organization?"
Angel looked at little Sam's expectant eyes and muttered: "I don't know about this either. I didn't accept the guidance mission, but I can ask for you."
Little Sam couldn't conceal his excitement: "That's great!"
Angel said nothing more and let little Sam get excited. He said he was going to ask, but actually he already had the idea in his heart of guiding little Sam into the savage cave.
The reason why he didn't make a promise right away was simply because his mental strength hadn't been measured yet. If he is still not qualified after drinking witch soup, then there is no need for him to introduce him.
Soon, the gondola left the mountains and headed towards the town of Bo Lai next to Saint Syme City.
He said he came to Saint Syme City this time just because Saint Syme City was the benchmark of the Central Empire. In fact, his destination was the orphanage in Bo Lai Town, where he went to meet Froude.
In almost less than two minutes, they arrived at Bo Lai Town.
Angel released an illusion, covering up the traces of the gondola, and landed in a small alley.
After a while, Angel and Little Sam walked out of the alley.
Coming to Bo Lai Town again, Angel was still impressed by the literary and artistic atmosphere here. Even though it was still early in the morning, he could still see the painters who got up in the morning, painting the morning sun on the river bank; there were people practicing their voices on the roof, and the beautiful wake-up call was heard; smiling, passing by them.
The atmosphere here is filled with art all the time.
This is just a small town close to Saint-Selme City. When you actually arrive in Saint-Selme City, you can even feel what kind of gorgeous flower art blooms here.
Standing at the entrance of the alley, little Sam looked at this strange yet familiar scene, feeling some indescribable feelings of nostalgia for his hometown.
"Let's go." Angel patted Little Sam on the shoulder.
Little Sam nodded and followed Angel into the small town under the early morning light.
"Mr. Pat, where are we going now?" Little Sam followed Angel step by step and asked with some confusion.
"Take you to dinner."
Since little Sam's talent is to be tested, his physical condition must be at its best. Otherwise, using a weak body to test the mental power value, the value may not be wrong, but little Sam will definitely not be able to bear the physical feedback caused by rash use of mental power.
After eating, Angel took little Sam to Thyssen Lane.
Thyssen Alley is still as gloomy as ever. When little Sam walks here, he seems to have returned to the dark wind when he encountered the undead before.
At the end of Thyssen Lane is a dilapidated "Dream Orphanage" with the prefix missing.
"This is it. You can call it Dream Orphanage, or... Nightmare Orphanage."
…
Angel took little Sam through the temporarily closed "Dead by Daylight" fantasy world and came all the way to the interior of the dilapidated orphanage.
I saw Froud who had been waiting for a long time.
In reality, Froud's figure was very solid, with no soul visible at all. At first, little Sam even thought it was a person.
It wasn't until Flood passed through the wall without any obstacles that Little Sam realized something was wrong.
Froude looked at little Sam, whose eyes were full of surprise, and looked at Angel curiously: "My lord, who is he?"
"I met him halfway. He has some special talents." Angel was naturally embarrassed to say that he was lost, so he said vaguely: "He didn't sleep all night. You take him to the room to rest first, and I will bring him back later." Let me tell you the situation.”
Froude nodded and looked at little Sam, with a hint of intimacy in his eyes that he had not even noticed: "Follow me."
After Froude and Little Sam left, Angel closed his eyes and went to the Wilderness of Dreams.
The location where he entered the Wilderness of Dreams was on the top floor of the Treehouse Bar. He found a seat at random, and Angel took out a transparent glass plate and logged into the Mother Tree Network.
Soon, he found the message left for him among the trees.
"My dear brother, although I can't return to the Old Continent with you, my heart is with you. This is my first time using the tree group, and I don't know if you can receive my message. If not, If so, Flood will tell you."
"By the way, I saw a guide to the meaning of fragrance in the Shuqun Forum, written by Ms. Lianna. Is it the witch I thought about? If so, does this mean that the Wilderness of Dreams has begun to expand in a small area? Is it open?"
This is the message from his brother Leon to him.
Angel thought for a while and told Leon about the Dream Wilderness Club being open to a small group at the tea party.
Leon was not in the Wilderness of Dreams and could not get a reply within a short period of time, so Angel stood up and walked towards the door.
